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NOTE: These pictures can also be seen over at Mrcappy’s gallery
mrcappy.deviantart.com
He was very gracious and gave me permission to upload his drawings here…seeing as I’m Mrcappy.
In other words, these aren’t stolen unless you think I plagiarized myself.

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NOTE:
I know you’ve come to expect auto-butt and decepti-constipation puns in my descriptions. But today I will allow you a peek into the window of the life of the elusive Cappitron. See Cappitron in his natural habitat of being an awesome human being.
I AM LIKE A MIDAS OF INSPIRATION!!

Q: Where has Cappitron been all this time?
A: Working. You should be working too we’re in a recession!!
Transformers toys be expensive, yo, so my paycheck is being dumped into credit cards because as an unemployed youth I just had to have the Japanese exclusive G1 repaint of Astrotrain.
…which was so worth the price!

Despite the impression my gallery of childish fanart would have you believe, I am, in fact, a grown-ass man.
A grown-ass man who went to college.
A grown-ass man who went to college and achieved an Associate’s Degree, a Bachelor’s Degree, and recently a Master’s Degree.
THE PICTURE YOU ARE LOOKING AT WAS DONE BY A MASTER OF SOCIAL WORK.

I bring this up, because when family friends ask me how I enjoy the life of the working stiff, their jaws drop when I exclaim with no sarcastic or snide tinge that I ADORE it. I can’t wait to go to work. Can you believe someone utters such words? Up is down and down is up, dogs and cats living together, mass hysteria!! One of the said impressed family friends sat down their child in hopes that I would lecture him on the importance of going to college.
She didn’t realize that Cappitron would tell him the truth!

Below is a retelling of the advice I gave to the youth, and vicariously to my underage transfans out there:

Look, if you can go to work at a Game Stop, and genuinely enjoy doing that, then who am I to dispute that? If you can make it your career to argue with PlayStation fans that Xbox is the superior system, then good on ya. And my using the word “career” is the key point here. There are jobs and there are careers. A job is where the only enjoyment you get from your work is counting down the days to the weekend or when payday hits.
That is an awful existence.
If you find yourself hating your job, then you need to be working towards a career.

Conversely (that means opposite!) a career is what you do for the rest of your working days. A career is what fills you with purpose, that excites you and inspires you.

Let’s review:
JOB= fantasizing about brushing your teeth with a bullet
CAREER= positives uttered by you about work aren’t slathered in a fatty layer of sarcasm.

Again, if enjoying blue collar or menial labor fills you with delight or purpose, that’s all that really matters. As for me, I felt there was something missing, and needed to find purpose. That’s where college came in; college expands the amount of available career opportunities, and that is where I found my specific career. We can go into academic enlightenment as another benefit of college. Or we can NOT go into academic enlightenment in the description for a retarded transformer picture!

In all truthfulness, I am doing the job of a pretty generic social worker: I write reports and I meet with foster kids weekly. What turns this
…job…
into a
@}~~~CAREER~~~{@
is my art (the same talent exquisitely illustrated above). I love drawing, kids love drawing. Since I don’t age and still look like I’m sixteen, kids have an easier time bonding with me. Due to my mother forcing me to stay behind during parties and events to assist the host in cleaning after everyone has left, I have the inherent need to help people. I don’t LIKE to help people, I NEED to help; I feel extremely uncomfortable not helping when people are cleaning up, even if they’re the maid service (it takes all my will to not help them in emptying wastebaskets).

Combine all these tidbits of Cappitron and you get why I love being a social worker. I am currently doing art trades with all of my foster youth who can hold a pencil and not instinctively draw on walls with it. I tell them what to draw me, they tell me what to draw them, then next visit we trade. This teaches them three things: positive relationships with adults, responsibility, and it shows them that they have a genuine talent that has worth (their drawings will get them a drawing from me). I can’t adequately describe how excited these kids are to see me…well, to see my art for ‘em. Most of them have had turbulent lives, and weekly art trades help create a stable event to focus on. A couple of my fellow coworkers are considering using their hobbies with kids to bond with them like scrapbooking.

And that’s what college did for me. It allowed me to combine my need to assist people and art and bring it to a population that needs a positive outlet.
-The “Unlike My WATCHERS, Foster Kids Will Happily Draw Art For Me!” Cappitron

Description
NOTE: These pictures can also be seen over at Mrcappy’s gallery
mrcappy.deviantart.com
He was very gracious and gave me permission to upload his drawings here…seeing as I’m Mrcappy.
In other words, these aren’t stolen unless you think I plagiarized myself.

===========
NOTE:
I know you’ve come to expect auto-butt and decepti-constipation puns in my descriptions. But today I will allow you a peek into the window of the life of the elusive Cappitron. See Cappitron in his natural habitat of being an awesome human being.
I AM LIKE A MIDAS OF INSPIRATION!!

Q: Where has Cappitron been all this time?
A: Working. You should be working too we’re in a recession!!
Transformers toys be expensive, yo, so my paycheck is being dumped into credit cards because as an unemployed youth I just had to have the Japanese exclusive G1 repaint of Astrotrain.
…which was so worth the price!

Despite the impression my gallery of childish fanart would have you believe, I am, in fact, a grown-ass man.
A grown-ass man who went to college.
A grown-ass man who went to college and achieved an Associate’s Degree, a Bachelor’s Degree, and recently a Master’s Degree.
THE PICTURE YOU ARE LOOKING AT WAS DONE BY A MASTER OF SOCIAL WORK.

I bring this up, because when family friends ask me how I enjoy the life of the working stiff, their jaws drop when I exclaim with no sarcastic or snide tinge that I ADORE it. I can’t wait to go to work. Can you believe someone utters such words? Up is down and down is up, dogs and cats living together, mass hysteria!! One of the said impressed family friends sat down their child in hopes that I would lecture him on the importance of going to college.
She didn’t realize that Cappitron would tell him the truth!

Below is a retelling of the advice I gave to the youth, and vicariously to my underage transfans out there:

Look, if you can go to work at a Game Stop, and genuinely enjoy doing that, then who am I to dispute that? If you can make it your career to argue with PlayStation fans that Xbox is the superior system, then good on ya. And my using the word “career” is the key point here. There are jobs and there are careers. A job is where the only enjoyment you get from your work is counting down the days to the weekend or when payday hits.
That is an awful existence.
If you find yourself hating your job, then you need to be working towards a career.

Conversely (that means opposite!) a career is what you do for the rest of your working days. A career is what fills you with purpose, that excites you and inspires you.

Let’s review:
JOB= fantasizing about brushing your teeth with a bullet
CAREER= positives uttered by you about work aren’t slathered in a fatty layer of sarcasm.

Again, if enjoying blue collar or menial labor fills you with delight or purpose, that’s all that really matters. As for me, I felt there was something missing, and needed to find purpose. That’s where college came in; college expands the amount of available career opportunities, and that is where I found my specific career. We can go into academic enlightenment as another benefit of college. Or we can NOT go into academic enlightenment in the description for a retarded transformer picture!

In all truthfulness, I am doing the job of a pretty generic social worker: I write reports and I meet with foster kids weekly. What turns this
…job…
into a
@}~~~CAREER~~~{@
is my art (the same talent exquisitely illustrated above). I love drawing, kids love drawing. Since I don’t age and still look like I’m sixteen, kids have an easier time bonding with me. Due to my mother forcing me to stay behind during parties and events to assist the host in cleaning after everyone has left, I have the inherent need to help people. I don’t LIKE to help people, I NEED to help; I feel extremely uncomfortable not helping when people are cleaning up, even if they’re the maid service (it takes all my will to not help them in emptying wastebaskets).

Combine all these tidbits of Cappitron and you get why I love being a social worker. I am currently doing art trades with all of my foster youth who can hold a pencil and not instinctively draw on walls with it. I tell them what to draw me, they tell me what to draw them, then next visit we trade. This teaches them three things: positive relationships with adults, responsibility, and it shows them that they have a genuine talent that has worth (their drawings will get them a drawing from me). I can’t adequately describe how excited these kids are to see me…well, to see my art for ‘em. Most of them have had turbulent lives, and weekly art trades help create a stable event to focus on. A couple of my fellow coworkers are considering using their hobbies with kids to bond with them like scrapbooking.

And that’s what college did for me. It allowed me to combine my need to assist people and art and bring it to a population that needs a positive outlet.
-The “Unlike My WATCHERS, Foster Kids Will Happily Draw Art For Me!” Cappitron